BreatheTake a breath, close your eyes.Let the living surround with undying energy.Another soul, drifting aimlessly among the lands.Why do you take this life for granted?The skies a pale, morning blue, untouched clouds floating at the slightest breeze.Mountains towering on either side, sun crawling up from the horizon.This beauty doesn't last long.Enjoy the most of it while you still can.
Symptoms of LoveChoking on the words, heart thump-thumping at speeds never known to man."I love you", easily the most feared saying around.Wonders and doubts decaying the very heart.Is it just not meant to be?Holding on, gripping at the very glimmer of hope, trusting in oneself that the feelings had been real. That one day, a confession would be made.But being too shy to take a chance.Waiting until it's impossible to wait any longer.Fighting, creating a path leading up to the moment.The moment that everything falls into place.And yet, a question still probes the mind.Where is my moment?
BrokenYour eyes, finding mine across the room.Your name, the sweetest word my mouth could taste.Is it so much as to ask why?The smallest moments we shared I remember clearly, but do you?The subtle hints, the slightest actions toward me, are they the truth?Or do you feel a cold nothingness toward me like I suspected you would?It hurts, not knowing anything.Whether we were meant to be.Or if everything's tricking me.Like glass, I'm broken, like the last autumn leaf, I'm alone.How long will it take you to notice how I feel?How long will it take you to notice the most sincere secret I have to tell?I cannot tell you anything, howe
IncapableIn the shadowed corner, loneliness awaits, waiting to capture the helpless soul that happens to wander near.The attacker preys on the human, injecting the mind with inferior and vulnerable thoughts, striking fear through its core.Many have been driven to depression, the influence of the attacker much too large.To be incapable, helpless, and completely in despair of the world, feeling as if there is no one that could possible heal them.The reality hurts, and the predator haunts our minds, even in the most optimistic ones.It's impossible to escape the fear of being incapable to do anything, to feel useless against the storm of the wor
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